Pri..... not her. She could keep walking. Except now she couldn't. She stood there, looking at him, one hip cocked, hand on it, the other hand holding some sort of weapon that looked like a water pistol with delusions of grandeur. She was in a green and white dress that might have looked dainty if not for the large frame it was on, the posture, the grease stains, and the attitude. She had on a backpack, where the weasel and dingbots were hiding.

"Not sure how to tell you this, but your outfit all but screams evil dictator. It's a little hard to take you seriously with those pauldrons, and you should see some of the armor we found that my family left behind."